I found myself in an interesting situation, and how could I answer when I couldn't even open my mouth?
"Strange... I can't read your thoughts," his thoughtful voice rang out, and I felt that this unknown force had stopped holding my head down.
"Finally, let me go, I didn't steal anything!
"What are you doing here, kid?"
"I was looking for teachers and a familiar.
"Hmm... why can't I read your thoughts?"
"Mmm... it's hard to explain, let's just say my mind is protected.
"Jarvis, if he can't read my thoughts, how does he communicate with me?"
...He communicates through telepathy, which is essentially a series of voice messages that cannot harm the user in any way...
"Can I let someone else see my memories?"
...I can temporarily disable part of the protection for a sentient being of your choice...
"Listen, maybe you should show yourself, introduce yourself, and we can talk normally?
At that moment, I regained control of my body, and the owner of the voice appeared in front of me. While I was trying to pick my jaw up off the floor and get my eyes back in place, he continued.
"My name is Peter."
Did you think I died again and this was the gates of heaven? No way... A two-metre-tall Mewtwo appeared in front of me... Seriously? My calling is Pokémon? That's my childhood dream... my past childhood.
"Jarvis, is this seriously Pokémon?"
...I can't identify this creature, but it looks like a character from your first world...
"My name is Harry.
"How did you get here, Harry?"
"I had a special book that brought me here. By the way, where am I?
"This world is called Endor. And I am its king."
"Why did you capture me?"
"I sensed a stranger and rushed here immediately. No humans have appeared in this world for a very long time, and I had to check what it was.
"That makes sense, but I came here with no ill intentions. If you help me and become my ally, I'll show you my memories to prove it."
"Vassal? You mean you want to give the locals the opportunity to visit other worlds?"
"Yes
"That's just great! It's been thousands of years since something like this happened. I agree!"
"Jarvis, let him see my memory."
...Done...
"Peter, try looking at my memory now."
I felt a strange itching in my head and then darkness again, how I hate that... The awakening was calm, I was lying on something like a bed, on a strange fabric that looked more like a spider's web, but was very pleasant to the touch. The walls of the room seemed to be carved out of stone, and there were windows overlooking the forest. The bed, like the table next to it, seemed to have grown out of the ground, as did the door, which resembled a curtain made of vines. I picked up the clothes that someone had carefully removed from me and placed on the table, and at that very moment, the "curtains" moved and Peter entered the room.
"What happened?
"The moment I finished looking at your memory, you just collapsed. They examined you and found that you were just tired. You're still too young for such activities and travelling. You're a child, Harry, and you need to rest for now."
"Jarvis, am I really okay?"
...Yes, Peter was right, your body just wasn't ready for such exertion. Travelling between worlds, training with spells, and then reading memories, you ended up losing consciousness...
"How long have I been asleep?"
...Five hours...
Five hours? I need to get back home urgently. I'm afraid that if the Dursleys raise the alarm to search for me, that bearded pervert might come looking for me, and I don't know if I'll be able to hide in this world.
"Jarvis, can you transport me back to those platforms?"
...Yes, the "Return" skill has been created.
Return" returns you to the point where you were at the moment of transfer to the summoning world.
"Peter, I need to get home urgently. I really want to talk to you, but it could cause problems.
"I understand, I'll have some extra time to think. Do you need any help?"
"No, I can get back on my own," - at that very moment, the space flashed and I found myself back on the platform with the house. A minute later, I was already jumping into the archway. As soon as I hit the floor, there was a knock on the door and Petunia's shout.
"BOY, IT'S LUNCH TIME. GET YOUR HANDS OFF THAT AND COME TO THE TABLE!
Phew, I made it. Now I'll have to talk to the Dursleys. I hope everything works out. After lunch, I asked my aunt and uncle to talk to me, and we went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. I'm going to have to lie a lot...
"I'll start with the main thing, I know that I'm a wizard," -and there they were, shocked. "My mum and dad came to me in a dream and told me everything." I took a deep breath and continued, "I understand why you lied to me and I'm not angry, but now I need your help so that there won't be any problems. I have to live with wizards and I have options for where to go."
"THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN," my aunt snapped, "my sister died because of this disgusting magic, at least I'll make my nephew NORMAL!
"Auntie, you don't understand, it can be dangerous. An untrained magician can cause a lot of trouble and be dangerous to himself and those around him. It's impossible to control without knowledge."
"What should we do?" She sank into a chair and lowered her head.
"I understand everything, but you must understand that I am a magician and there is no changing that.
"Damn boy, what do you want from us?" Unlike his aunt, Vernon simply hated everything related to magic.
"You have to help me get to certain places and come up with an excuse in case anyone asks where I've gone. And don't tell anyone that I'm with magicians.
"But you're only four years old, where are you going to go?" his aunt asked sadly.
"I have relatives in the magical world, and I'm counting on their help.
"We need to think about this. Go to your room for now.
"Okay," I said, getting up and going to my room. As soon as I lay down on the bed, I fell asleep... Today had been a difficult day.
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